[ EMOTIONAL ] \\ < Part One > | ------------------------------------------------ | Written by: aamf9 | ------------------------------------------------ {+} S E T T I N G ______________ As you can probably guess, this is about Ash and Misty. I wanted to do something that was different than most fanfics that I had read about the couple. This is my first fanfic, and I guess I make Misty pretty emotional or whatever, and this is from her point of view. ..................................... :AGES :::::::::::::::::::::::::: ::::::::: Misty - 16 ::::::::::: ::::::::: Ash - 17 :::::::::::::: ::::::::: Brock - 20 ::::::::::: ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: {+} R A T I N G ____________ PG ( Parental Guidance Suggested ). {+} C A T E R G O R Y ___________________ AAMRN. {+} D I S C L A I M E R ___________________ I don't own Pokemon. I never will. Wish I could, but I won't. ---------------------------------------------------- + E M O T I O N A L + ;;;; Part One ---------------------------------------------------- I open my eyes. It's early in the morning, I see the sun rising in the east, the mixture of orange, yellow, red, white, and many shades in between. It's something I'm very used to watching. I've did it over the past few days since we took this trip to the forest again. It gives me something to look at when trying to fall back to sleep. I can never keep myself asleep through a whole night without waking up at least once. Too many dreams, I don't understand why I have so many, and they're all about the same thing. That thing is laying across from me, in his sleeping bag, breathing softly. That thing is the love of my life. That thing, is Ash Ketchum. I wish so bad he could know how I feel, how much I love him. But I can never gather enough courage to confront him about my feelings. He probably wouldn't feel the same way I do.

That's what scares me about the whole thing, I want to ask him so bad if he cares for me, I want to tell him how important he is to me, and how madly in love with him I am, but fear prevents me. Fear that it would ruin our friendship, making it akward, fear that it would ruin this bond we've had for so many years, fear that he would reject me and never want to see me again. Still, there is another part of me, that says, take the risk, see how he really feels about you, before it's too late. I have this conflict of thinking all the time. It drives me out of my mind. Every time I think I'm going to be able to tell Ash how I feel, I always back down -- bail out -- quit. I just wish I knew how he felt about me, and I didn't have to ask him. He'll never know how much I love him.

Love. I guess that's the reason I'm sitting here, at around three o'clock in the morning, staring at him. Looking him over, admiring his features. His jet black hair, all messy and untamed. His perfect lips, that look so soft. His ears, so cute, and round, that don't stick off his head too far. Then I admire his features that you can't see. His kindness, the way he cares for the people he loves, his courage in scary and crazy times. Everything about him is amazing, I think to myself. I always end up doing this, waking up every morning when he is around me, at any place, any time I have the chance, and staring at him. Sometimes it has lasted for hours, me sitting there, needing rest but not caring about sleep, caring about Ash. I'll never understand why I love him so much...it's so hard to describe, I can't put it into words.

After staring at him for what seemed like an eternity, drowsiness and sleepiness finally won me over once more, as I laid down, shut my eyelids, and went back to sleep. I awoke to a voice calling my name, and someone grabbing my arm, very gently, and moving it to wake me up. I felt a shiver go up and down my spine. As you can probably guess, it wasn't a cold spell, it was Ash. He always seems to have that effect on me, every time his skin meets mine.

"Hey Mist, time to wake up".

I turned over in my sleeping bag, trying to fight my arm away from him and go back to sleep.

"C'mon Misty, get up. Please?".

I opened my eyes and blinked them a few times, then rubbed them with the back of my hands. I then turned around, looking straight into Ash's eyes. I guess I got caught up in those beautiful chocolate-colored pools of brown, because I could hear him saying something, but the words didn't register. It was like I was in a dream.

"Hey, I said, how are you this morning?".

I shook my head a little as I snapped back to reality.

"Oh sorry, I was thinking about something. Umm...I am not feeling very well today, just a little worn out from yesterday's traveling I guess".
"Alright. Well hey, do you feel like eating breakfast?".
"Sure, that sounds great".

I went to get up and load a plate with some of the delicious-looking food Brock had prepared, but Ash signaled for me to lay back down.

"It's alright Misty, I will go get some for you."
"But Ash I ---".
"No really, I insist. It's no problem".

I guess I gave up arguing with him, partially because he always found a way to override what I said, and partially because I was tired and didn't feel like getting up.

"Alright well I will be back with your plate in a second."
"Okay, thanks Ash".
"No problem, Mist".

Then he gave me that adorable smile, which I just had to return. I love it so much when he smiles at me, and when he calls me 'Mist'. I love him talking to me anytime, about anything, but when he calls me 'Mist' instead of 'Misty', it makes me feel special because he made up a nickname for me. So there I was, waiting for Ash to bring back my breakfast. I watched him as he went over and talked to Brock for a few minutes. I didn't exactly know what they were saying, but all I know is that I saw them mouth my name more than a few times. I then saw Ash go over and start fixing my plate up, then getting me some orange juice. He brought it back to where I was laying in my sleeping bag.

"Here you go, Misty".
"Thanks a lot Ash, the food looks great".
"Sure, like I said before, no problem at all".
"You're so sweet Ash".

I locked eyes with him again. God, it took everything I had to not tell him how I felt. I wanted to so bad, but I knew I couldn't. I noticed he was looking deeper in my eyes this time, deeper than before. Like he was looking for some sort of specific emotion. I was so caught up in the moment, it was wonderful, that is until it was rudely inturrepted by Brock...

"Alright you two lovebirds, cut it out!".
"We are not lovebirds!", both Ash and I said at the same time.
I could tell I was blushing and he was too.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever you guys say. When are we leaving to head back home?".
"Umm...probably in a few minutes." Ash said.
"Okay." replied Brock.

I sat up a little so when I ate I wouldn't choke on my food, and to my suprise, instead of going for a walk or taking a nap, Ash took his sleeping bag and laid it right next to mine. He sat on top of it and watched me as I ate.

"Do you want something?" I said as I crammed my mouth full of the steaming scrambled eggs Brock had made.
"No." said Ash. "I was just going to sit here and talk to you".
"Oh." I said.
"So how did you like coming out here and relaxing in the woods like old times?".
"I thought it was awesome Ash. It was very tiring to come all this way, but at least we got to stay here as long as we wanted".
"Cool, I liked taking this little trip too. It was just nice to see all the trees and nature and stuff. And to be able to experience the woods again".
"Yeah, I think so too".

I looked up from my food to find...yeah, he was staring at me again. I was really starting to become puzzled. What did he want to ask me? What was he looking for?

"Hey Misty...".
"Yeah Ash?".
"Can I ask you something?".
"Sure Ash, you can ask me anything".

My heart pounded, racing faster and faster, was he going to ask me if I had feelings for him? Something I've dreamt of telling him for so long?

"Alright. Well...I was wondering...are you gonna eat the rest of your scrambled eggs?".

My heart dropped. I had gotten all hyped up over nothing. I guess he would never ask me...

"No. You can have them if you want them".
"Okay, thank you Misty".
"Your welcome, Ash".

I lifted my fork off the plate, going to get him another one, and scooted the plate in his direction.

"Hey Mist, what are you doing?". I heard Ash say as I was getting up.
"I'm going to get you another fork".
"That's okay, I don't want you to have to get up over some stupid fork".
"Uhh...okay. Here".

I handed him the fork. I was wondering why he insisted on eating with the one I had used. He was acting very weird, weirder than usual. I sat there, watching him as he ate. After he was done, Brock had already cleaned up after the cooking he had done, and it only took a few minutes for all three of us to pack. After that, we all picked up our belongings.

"Alright guys, let's go home." Ash said.

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Well I hope it wasn't too bad for my first fanfic? Lemme know what you think. More coming up soon if you guys like it. =)
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